And they say you never learn anything worthwhile in school that you'd need in life. Like how to fall in love, or what to say at a funeral.And when you grow up, you don't get a manual on how to be an adult,
or things you need to know when you become a father. You just stumble along and hope among all the mistakes you're gonna make, hopefully you'll get some things right at least.
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And what if I still missed you? What if I told you I still remember the days and nights that blur into one another, when the world was sometimes comfortable myopic and small, when it was just the two of us,
and it was all that mattered? What if I still think about the words we wrote and the songs that were sung while we held each other and braved the loneliness together? Would it matter if the photos still meant something?
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One day we'll all get married and settle down into little cloisters of community, and become as old and familiar as our favourite couch. And time will pass like waiting for a train, except there's no real rush for anything. And we'll die, oh yes, we will. Nothing morbid nor macabre about that fact of life.
The only fear I would have, I reckon, is remembering that junction, that turning point in life, when I could have made a different decision. And everything could have turned out differently. And I would be left wondering forever.
. Arigato .
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